Suddenly, the man's right hand that was deep in the backpack suddenly pulled out, and a black and shiny pistol appeared in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was raised and pointed directly at the head of Yao Chushun, who was bending down.

Yao Chushun was startled and instinctively leaned back.

Almost at the same time that the man took out his pistol and raised it to aim at Yao Chushun, Chen Chaojiang stretched out his left arm. With a flash of cold light, the short dagger cut upwards and from the side on the wrist of the man's right hand holding the gun.

Amidst the crisp sound of the gunshot, a stream of blood sprayed out.

The bullet entered the upper right corner of the store door, making a soft pop sound.

Chen Chaojiang slashed his knife across, then raised his right foot and kicked the pistol accurately. The pistol was kicked into the door of a nearby shop. The man whose wrist was slashed groaned and stepped back. In a hurry,

I forgot that I was on the steps, so I tumbled down the steps unsteadily.

A series of sudden changes happened at the same time. When the other two men saw that their accomplice had failed, they jumped into his arms without any hesitation. Xu Zhengyang, who was standing beside them, raised his foot and kicked up a chair. The brown wooden chair flew up and hit it.

Chen Chaojiang's thin body followed the chair and crashed into the two of them. While his right shoulder hit one of them hard, the dagger in his left hand pierced the other's chest with a blood-red glow.

One person was hit and staggered back, staggering. He had already taken out the pistol from his arms, but before he could raise the gun to shoot, another chair that Xu Zhengyang picked up immediately hit him in the face. The wooden chair

Amidst the crackling sound, Xu Zhengyang's right foot followed and kicked the opponent's waist fiercely.

The other person who reached into his arms to take out a gun had no chance to pull out the gun, because the back of his hand was stabbed into his arms by Chen Chaojiang with a dagger through his clothes. When he opened his mouth to scream in pain, Chen Chaojiang’s forehead

It suddenly hit him on the bridge of the nose. The man staggered and rolled down the steps due to the force.

The man whose wrists were cut first and was staggering and rolling had already gotten into the van.

The driver shouted: "Get in the car quickly!"

The other two men also hurriedly got into the open door, and the red van rushed towards the newly opened iron gate in the southeast corner. During the speed, the back of the car was closed, and at the same time, the people in the car were moving randomly in the direction of Xu Zhengyang and the others.

Two shots fired, bang bang!

There was a deathly silence in the market.

Chen Chaojiang stood where the van was parked just now, casually holding the bloody delicate dagger in his left hand, watching coldly as the red van drove out of the market at high speed next to the septic truck.

There was no trace of nervousness or panic on his expression, and his slender eyes were still icy-cold without a hint of fireworks. However, on his pale left cheek, a shallow blood groove was drawn by the flying bullet.

Xu Zhengyang stood at the foot of the steps, looking at the hole made by the quilt on the cement floor, in a daze.

Jin Qiming supported Yao Chushun, who was pale and sweaty, and nervously shouted to the people watching from a distance: "Call the police, call the police!"
Chapter completed!